Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ursula Andress. No, a jet. You know those little jets?

Does that apply to, uh, people too?

I'd go to back to the Village and watch him be a folk singer.

I order you out of the Compton Plaza.

Of course, if my daddy, Commodore Dewitt,

That a local, uh, guys, a local ga-gang of guys is sort of propagating now.

But small enough to hide till your playin' was through

Hey, guys, look at this; it's a song out of McKinley's play.

You tell me that you've never been this way before

More show business types. Baker's at three-oh-four.

Look out, here comes tomorrow

Oh, it's nothing, sweetie.

Words that never were true Spoken to help nobody but you

and this is your big chance, and you've got to take it.

What it really takes a talent to do is to dig something ugly.